The smell.
The sheep didn't smell like Mary did. It was close, sure-- it smelled almost like an odd distortion of her, of a different sheep from a different place... or, well, not very sheepy actually. It... hm.
It didn't sound like her, either, come to think of it. You'd heard that baah so many times now that it seemed almost routine. In the exact same inontation, over and over.
The sheep's eyes stared into yours, their inky darkness matching Mary's. Yet you saw no life in them. No spark that indicated their honesty. The sparkles that'd regularly dance around Mary's pupils were absent in favor of an unsettling stare.
"Baah." There it went, again. In the same... panicked voice. Yet it was smiling, looking at you like nothing was wrong.
It was wandering towards the Khrysomallon now. You could see some of the sheep at the farthest edges of their herd noticing the wayward sheep, their reactions far more... <span class="mu-i">mixed</span> than Mary's had been, with some keeping their distance and others tilting heads out of curiosity. Few, if any, approached.
You glanced around for support, finding nothing but an open dirt plain on both sides of you and a throng of unrelated people far to your north.
It was just a sheep. Why were you so unsettled by it?
>Get over yourself and allow it to rejoin the flock. Even if it sounds weird and smells off, there is every possibility that it has some kind of condition and isn't actually a threat. It hasn't done anything to you, it hasn't really proven itself a threat... you're overreacting.
>Try to block its re-entry. You don't know why. You just have a bad feeling and you want to follow through on it.
>Write-in.
